Hi, @dluto
I’m pleased you liked the story! I wrote it under another guise, but it was my story.
You’re correct – perched naked at the loft-hatch, I dropped all my clothes down onto the floor. If I’d heard someone coming home downstairs, there was no way I could have quickly climbed down the rickety ladder, scooped up my clothes and got dressed. And the risk was even greater when I ventured back, still completely naked, into the loft and got progressively dirtier and sweatier (it was a blazing hot summers day!) then found myself completely covered in dirt and soot – how could I have explained that if I’d been caught? And that was the thrill – the risk!
I’ll post another story soon.
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